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  The Owl

  Posted by Craig Matheson on October 6, 2023 at 9:45 pm

  It’s the owl, a particular fowl,

  The perspicacious one;

  Known as wise, some do surmise,

  More seen when down the sun.

  Birds of a feather flock together,

  Yet all sorts not the same;

  Birds of Prey the live long day,

  Their nature’s not to blame.

  In flight by night, great calls to fright,

  A shivering shriek gets ’em running;

  Sets way up high, downdrafts from sky,

  A mastery of spy & cunning.

  With eyes aglow, a darkness so,

  Solemn stare gives glare to headstrong.

  Cries of the night, hidden by sight,

  Postured perch portends soaring song.

  Full range to head turns mice for dread,

  Wary rabbits take rest from run;

  Keep watch above, not safe a dove,

  On guard for an awaiting sun.

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